black_light raze this is the name of a poem i wrote, though the language is lost before my mouth can make it come alive. six skinny stanzas on a printed page still warm from being born. the_projectionist plays a silent film starring someone i've loved longer than i've known my own frailty. i eye the entrails of my eviscerated child and weep for all the words i've felt fall away from me. 251010 what's it to you? who go blather from